by Anna Collins
We soon arrived back at my place, and it was a good thing he was able to walk on his own. He wasn’t very steady, and his legs almost gave out a couple of times. I had his body weight over my shoulder. I had to make sure there was no way he was going to hurt himself. I couldn’t exactly say the same thing for me, but I felt it was my obligation to make sure he was able to sleep it off.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this before, Angel. You’re the only woman who gets me. I don’t think anybody else ever took the time to see past the outer layer. I never was able to show my emotions, even with my wife. I figured it was a good thing, but I feel so much better knowing I can talk to you without having to worry you’re going to look at me differently,” Casper said as we bumped into furniture on the way upstairs. He probably wasn’t feeling any of it.
“I’m sure you’re not going to remember this in the morning. I shouldn’t ask you this, but I have this need to know if those three little words are sincere. You have any idea how many times I’ve heard those three words when they meant absolutely nothing? I don’t want you to be one of the many. This relationship needs to stand on its own,” I said while using his drunken state to get some answers to some hard-pressed questions in my mind.
“I’ve been guilty of that myself. It’s not something I’m proud of. I’m not even sure I love my wife. The reason why I got with her in the first place was that she didn’t ask too many questions. I wanted to believe I could fall for her, but it never actually happened. I liked having her around, but mostly because I didn’t want to be alone. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud,” Casper said as he slumped down onto the bed with his head hanging low like a hound dog.
“You haven’t really answered my question, but maybe in some regards you did. I’ll take what I can get, especially when you are not in a frame of mind to string two words together. I should’ve known not to ask you when you are in this condition. It’s just when I think about how you could hurt me it makes my heart break. I know I would miss you greatly. This is the message I’m sending out to you. Don’t do anything to make me think you can’t be trusted. That is the worst possible thing you can do to me,” I said with my back towards him, rummaging around in the closet for something to wear.
I heard heavy breathing, and I turned and glanced over my shoulder to see he was sleeping sitting up. I gently pushed him back onto the bed. I grabbed the comforter at the bottom of the bed. I put it over him, and I stood there staring like the way he had when I was asleep. He looked so innocent and yet I knew he had done things he probably would never be able to make up for.
I sat down beside him with my laptop open in front of me. The story was pretty much selling itself and being written from the woman’s point of view would give my key audience of females something to live passionately through. The characters were so lifelike in the way they interacted, it seemed believable and not like a fairy tale.
Putting a few twists and turns in the story, I realized I had become part of the audience as well. I was in their shoes, walking this journey with them and loving every minute of it. I didn’t know what I was going to do from one moment to the next. I didn’t have the story outlined in my head and the inspiration I got from having Casper in my life had made it easier to envision what I wanted to happen.
Of course, my characters were going to get together at the end, but how they got there was going to be a long and painful discovery of secrets. It reminded me so much of Casper; he had kept his true identity from me for a little while. It really didn’t take a lot to get him to open up to me. I don’t think he would have done it for anybody else, but our connection made it easier for him to open up. I liked he believed he could talk to me without trying to sweep things under the rug. Casper was the motivation and the blueprint this architect was using to create her masterpiece. Casper and my main male lead were both strong and could show weakness when it was necessary to be vulnerable. I had a feeling I could get three more chapters done before turning in for the night.
Chapter 24
I found myself writing with no time restraints and not realizing it was already 3:00 AM. I finally had to put it down and go to sleep. I didn’t just get three chapters done, but five chapters; finished and edited. I was anxious to hear what Casper thought about them. I’d taken them downstairs to let the pages simmer hot to the touch and waiting for Casper to find them in the morning.
I was naked against his clothed body, but I could still feel the heat from his loins with my hand cupping his genitals. I still couldn’t get over this piece of hardware was mine. It seemed out of place like a long forgotten memory slowly resurfacing after what I had done with my hands to bring him the necessary pleasure last night. I was quite enthused about getting it into my mouth and tasting the byproduct of his joy seeping directly from the source.
I stuck my hand down his pants, feeling him shift against me; his cock was wrapped tightly in my hand. I could feel the warmth of his skin and the throbbing presence of his manhood. The vein was quite noticeable and even though, I couldn’t see it from where I was sitting behind him, it didn’t mean I couldn’t feel it with my fingertips. The moisture at the tip made it easier for me to sample his wares.
There was a side effect to me taking him into my hot little fist. He continued to leak, and I felt almost powerless to resist the urge to stroke him. I was amazed he was still able to respond even though he was sleeping. His cock was alive and awake. It wanted my special touch, and I had no problem letting it receive some pleasure as it was pumping with vigor.
I had both hands on him, and I found it was that necessary component to get me to sleep like a baby. I had never been so happy in my life; it was hard to look back. That woman was not a free spirit, but I was no longer stuck in quicksand. I’d found myself a man worthy of my respect and admiration. The heat between us was enough to burn both of us. It felt good to be this close to him and to hear him breathe.
I was sure his shaft was a purple hue of arousal. He made these yummy noises in his sleep; they came from taking him to the threshold of his orgasm. It would’ve been interesting to bring him off. It just didn’t seem right, I felt like I was doing something wrong. I wanted him to be here for the release. It seemed anticlimactic to do it any other way.
I went to sleep, and when I woke up, I expected to wake him up in a less than the traditional way. This was not going to be his everyday normal kind of kiss on the lips. I wanted to gradually work him up and turn him on until finally, he wasn’t going to be able to keep his eyes closed any longer. I stretched, and I reached out to find he wasn’t there. The bed was still warm, so he hadn’t left very long ago.
I listened carefully for any sign of him in the house. It was absolutely silent, and the only sound was the light drone of the clock radio by the bed. It was tuned to some very smooth reggae which had me dreaming the sleep of angels.
I got up completely naked and reached for the bathrobe on the back of the door. The fabric was soft against my skin, and since it was still early enough, there was a bit of a chill in the room. I hugged my body, closing the robe tightly and placing my hands in the warmth of the pockets. The material was soft against my body. It gave me the sense I was wrapped up in a cloud. It was nice sleeping so closely to him and I had this feeling of euphoria. I hadn’t felt like this in my life before.
I went down the stairs, with the floorboards creaking, making me lose the element of surprise. I checked the living room, and he wasn’t there. I looked outside to the deck, and there was still no sign of him. I went to the kitchen, and there was a steaming cup of coffee waiting for me. I needed the caffeine fix. I took a sip, and I knew he had made it strong. It was bitter and black, but I understood he was most likely trying to ward off the hangover he had from drinking that homemade brew. I told him to stop, but he did not take my warning to heart.
I saw the balcony door was open a crack. I pulled it back far enough for me to step out onto the deck. I looked at his craftsmanship, and I had to adm
it for a wealthy man who had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, he really did know how to use his hands. The thought made me giggle; I had to put my hand over my mouth remembering of how he had used his hands already, and it didn’t necessarily have to do with building a deck. It did have to do with wood, but it was another kind; the one attached to his anatomy. It had brought out the woman in me too many times to count.
I breathed in the air, half expecting to cough from the smog, but here it was; crystal clear without any pollutants. This was my little piece of serenity. A place where I could find myself and it didn’t hurt; there was romance in the air.
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of playing this game and tap dancing around what we both want. I am coming home. No, I don’t know when, but you will see me very soon. Don’t give me that. I know life without me hasn’t been a hardship for you. Do you really think I don’t know about the affairs? I don’t care who you sleep with. There is no better way to get you out of my hair than to let you have your so-called men on the side. It did hurt me, but I got used to the cold shoulder and even colder presence in the bed. You will do this for me, or you won’t see another dime. I can’t believe you thought I was stupid enough to leave you all of my money. You’re going to have to take a closer look at the prenuptial agreement you signed. I would suggest you take it and have a lawyer look it over. When you are done with that, get back to me; then we can discuss this in a calm and rational way,” Casper said over the wind. It was a wonder I could even hear him from this distance.
I nonchalantly walked down to where he was standing on the beach looking out at the ocean. It was beautiful, and there was no way you could worry about anything with that view keeping you in a constant state of tranquility.
“It sounds to me your wife was not very receptive to you asking for a favor. Do you really think you can trust her? By telling her you’re going home, you gave her the opening to have the police there to cart you away. I don’t want that to happen to you, and maybe it will be better for you to lay low someplace where nobody will be able to find you. I’m sure you can arrange for suitable accommodation,” I said knowing he was going to leave shortly. I wanted to give him something to think about.
I didn’t want him to forget all about me. I wanted to be his first thought in the morning and his last thought at night. I felt brazen. I was slightly intoxicated by the pheromones from the both of us touching. I dropped the robe in the sand, stepped from it and walked away and into the surf. It was supposed to be one of those moments in a silly chick flick where the guy would be drawn to me. The water was beautiful, but I gasped at the first contact with my delicate toes.
I could feel the soil underneath my feet and noticed some tiny fish swimming around me. They didn’t seem very interested and the only thing I wanted most of all was for Casper to join me.
I turned to see him standing there, unbuttoning his shirt slowly so I could take in the hard and rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. It was strange to think back to how I was before I met him; it seemed so far away. I smiled, and it was enough to encourage him to drop his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his excitement was quite evident from the way he was standing at full attention.
“You make it almost impossible for me to think of being with another woman. I could easily find some unsuspecting victim, or throw some money at a girl of questionable morals. I sometimes find it easier to treat sex as a transaction. I don’t need the hassle of somebody clinging to me and asking for more than a one-night commitment. I find this to not be true with you. I don’t remember much about last night after I started drinking that stuff. I don’t know what was in it, but it really did have a punch to it,” Casper said as he waded into the water and came within a hair’s breath of touching me.
“Last night, you were out of it, and it was a good thing I didn’t allow you to dance with the rest of the girls. They were putting on a display of how they entertain those on vacation here. I had to drag you away, although I was a little curious to see how you were going to make a fool of yourself. Now that I think about it, I probably should have let it happen, but the ship has already sailed,” I said as his hand dripping with water touched my neck.
His finger and his thumb massaged the area. I got lost in the moment thinking about an eternity of this kind of attention. The Emerald Jewel of the ocean swirled around us and then he suddenly lifted me into his arms. I had my hands wrapped around his neck, and he brought me back to the sand. He put me down and rolled me until I was lying on my stomach with my breasts pressed into the sand. He sat down on top of me from behind, his weight on my ass which was quite bouncy.
“I want to make you feel good. I know I probably disappointed you last night and I apologize for that. I may have gotten a little bit carried away with drinking that stuff. It was an acquired taste, but once you got used to it, it was almost too hard to turn away from,” Casper said as he used those same manly hands he had built the deck to give me a reason to keep him.
His fingers had a magic touch. He knew exactly where to press with a little bit more force to elicit the kind of groan of satisfaction from my lips. He trailed his fingers up and down my spine, making it difficult for me to stay still; I knew he was doing this to keep me on edge. The feeling of his shaft against my lower back was making me squirm underneath him. I was hoping I could find a way to get that nice piece between my legs. I wanted to be taken from behind like he had when I was pressed up against the window in the house not too far away.
“If you can promise this is the way you’re going to wake me up in the morning, then you won’t be able to beat me off with a stick. I feel this heat, and it’s hard to be here with you without touching you.” It all seemed like a dream come true.
I would never find another man quite like him. He was a rare breed of compassion and strength. It was not something you would find every day with other men. They were either one or the other. He actually looked like an athlete, and I wanted to treat him like he was a gold medal winner on a pedestal high above everybody else. I didn’t want to give him any reason to doubt my claim he was the one for me.
“I find myself thinking about you when you’re not even around. That has never happened to me before. Knowing you has made my life infinitely better. I have no interest in possessing you; I want you to be free to express yourself. You may embarrass me at times like I did to you last night, but everybody has their flaws. Nobody is perfect, and it doesn’t matter if they say they are or not,” Casper said making my head swim with the way he had said all of those beautiful things in one statement. He considered what he had said a fact, not fiction.
“I know you are quite hungry for more of my body. If you allow me, I have a unique massage of my own I would like to put to work on you,” I said as I felt his hands pull away from me and then his body leave from its location.
I turned on my back and was presented with his profile blotting out the sun behind him. It gave him the shadow of an Adonis. The peak of his arousal was up and as strong as it had ever been. I pulled myself to my knees. I was in the compromising position of taking him to the highest level of pleasure with my mouth. It felt like I’d done myself a disservice by not tasting him last night. It was about time I rectified this situation once and for all.
“I know how you can get. You’re the kind of girl no man can ever prepare for. Like me, they might think they can handle you, but you’re a woman who doesn’t need a man to complete you. This is not the kind of love that’s going to go astray. This is not even remotely the same as puppy love. Just between you and me, nobody can possibly know what we feel for one another. The only way for them to be able to find out is by being open to a man or woman’s interest. But love sometimes leads to heartbreak,” Casper said as I made him lose his train of thought with the feeling of my hot breath touching him and nothing more.
“I could make you cum very quickly, or I could keep this going on for as long as possible. It’s entirely up to you, but once y
ou make the decision, there’s no going back. You can’t change your mind. If you’re a man at all, you’ll be able to decide for yourself. This is a decision only you can make; I hope you can live with the consequences,” I said thinking I was going to take my time to love him all over again. Just looking at him and the way his cock was pleading with me was too much to bear.
“That’s a fascinating proposal and one I’m going to have to give a little bit of thought to. Taking everything into consideration, I think a prolonged moment of pleasure is in order. I know I might regret this, but I’m really looking forward to you putting in your best effort,” Casper said with me teasing him with the tip of my tongue; not touching him but threatening to.
I didn’t want to think this was going to be our last time together. It was obvious he was making arrangements. I didn’t have to know the details. Seeing him like this, quite desirable and looking good enough to eat was almost enough for me to go with him. I was going to have to weigh the pros and cons; the biggest advantage was I would have him at my beck and call. It was quite something to know all I would have to do was give him the telling stare of desire and he would follow me to wherever we could consummate this thirst for one another.
Chapter 25
I knew I was driving him crazy making him wait. I just couldn’t take my eyes off the pillar of strength between his legs. It was a beast, and it deserved my appreciation from afar. I looked at it from every possible angle, including his heaving balls looking like they were getting ready to implode from the inside out.